Character: Father Elpidia

- Shut up! (Picks up the phone.) Everyone is silent, when colossus speaks to colossus. Let The Kremlin. Do not be afraid, do not be afraid, come on, miss. Ktoy? The Kremlin? Says Podsekalnikov. Under-se-Kal-Ni-kov. Individual. In-di-VI-du-um. Get somebody the most important. You have no? Well, then, tell him from me that I had read Marx I Marx did not like. Shut up! Don't interrupt me. And then tell him also that I send them... are You listening? Oh, my God. (Dumbfounded. Dropped the hook.)
- What happened?
- Hang.
- How?
- Who?
- Up. Hung up the phone. Scared. I was scared. You feel? Comprehend the situation? The Kremlin - me. What I represent, comrades? It's scary even to analyze. No, you just think. From early childhood I wanted to be a man of genius, but my parents were against it. For what I lived? For what? For the statistics. My life, how many years you abused me. How many years have you insulted me, life. But today my hour has arrived. Life, I demand satisfaction.

- About the afterlife the priest you ask. It's their specialty.
- How do you want to answer on religion or conscience?
- What's the difference?
- Co-Los-Sal-on-me. Or it is possible even for science to say.
- I correct, father.
- Religion - is. Science - no. And honestly - nobody knows.
Anyone? So don't even ask?
- And why do you ask? That eccentric. You yourself thirty minutes to learn.